chapter 16(2)

Giving up, I return to resting back on him and relaxing. I can hear his heart beating beneath my ear. And I gently place my hand on his chest. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. It’s that I physically can’t,” I growl at Jonah this time. Lifting my head again. What a load of shit that was. “I’m being serious Mara, Kyan is a…” he growls, annoyed. “What?” I furrow my brows. “I fucking can’t say that either, apparently,” Jonah snaps, annoyed. And it seems like it is physically hard for him to speak. “You know his family came from Salem witches?” I nod. I have heard that over the years, mentions of his bloodline being descendants of witches. “That makes no sense. You’re worried that if you tell me, the ghosts of Kyan ancestors will come back to haunt you,” I joke. “No, but that is why I can’t tell you,” he says, making me sit up. His voice sounds pained, and I can hear him speaking through his teeth. I reach over him, flicking on the small lamp beside his bed. Looking at Jonah, his ja